Then suddenly she asked me:” what is your favorite type of woman to have wild and ultimate sex with” I was surprised and a little blushed, but I t...ied to be as honest as her and replied:” you know, my idea about a woman to have ultimate sex with is that she should be fat enough with big boobs and great ass so I can burry my Thing in some soft and comfort meat anywhere I wish to penetrate.” I had gathered all my courage to say that and I was not sure how she would react. She smiled at me:”. .. her moist warm breath heated my member. It pulsed, raising its head as though searching for the source of the heat, wanting more. The blood drained from my body, filling my cock even more, bringing it up to a soldier's salute. The salute raised, I felt something else, a small quiver across the tip of my cock. It returned, again brushing across my cock, moist and hot. I yearned to rip the bra from my eyes, savor the view below and whisper encouragement. But even if I could, I dared not to. Patricia shook the whip cream, and sprayed some on my breasts and nipples, and in a swirling trail to my mound. She leaned over me, and started on my breasts, flicking and sucking on my nipples. She worked her way down my stomach, sliding her tongue over my very sensitive skin. I moaned softly when her head finally disappeared between my legs. I tried to see what she was doing, but the way I was handcuffed to the bed made that impossible, so I closed my eyes. I felt her spread my lips to. Abi’s door was ajar, and I knocked softly, then pushed it open. She was there by the window. With a soft click, the door closed behind me.I walked over to her, and she put her hand on my arm.“You know, I kept thinking of you last night,” she said. “It might have been the drink, but I masturbated myself to sleep, thinking of you, wishing you were there cuddled up next to me.”I blushed, thinking of how I had been masturbating too, though not alone, and of everything else that had happened since.